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    mannacle thought, make it your bitchdon't allow time, to give you lipnever hesitate demand your wayyour ego speaks for itself not one to be playedvixen be damnedshe's not the right onewhen there is nonetonight is yourstake midnight by the...

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    • The last line lands in a way that makes you want to reread this again, and let it linger. This caught my breath.

      • hello dearest Brandon good morning thank you graciously I’m happy you like it ❤️

    • This reads almost like an invocation, a chant of summoning. Much enjoyed this. As Brandon said, it invites rereading 🧡

      • hello beautiful Willow thank you lovely one I appreciate you thoughts these just uncurrents of feeling rising ❤️

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write with dark undertones my friend. I concur with Willow and Brandon. Amazing read. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    I moved from Buffalo, NY in January. It got too hard to get around 90% blind. I was so close to having my cataract surgery by February but I also came close to being hit by a car twice....

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    • Im so sorry to hear you’re going through all of that. You want you write horror go ahead. There are a few people on here that love it.

    • It wouldn’t be all horror.

    • First reading of your predicament, super sorry to read of this. But hopefully your surgeries are successful and we get a new Paula with a totally new poetic vision.

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  • The Tenth Muse Speaks: Whispers Across Lesbos

    She walks on the edge of the wind,
    voice braided with sea and olive,
    each syllable a spark struck
    from the tinder of longing.

    Island-born, where the waves fold
    like a lover’s arm,
    she counts the pulses of hearts
    as though each beat were a star.

    You burn me
    my limbs betray m…Read More

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    • Curly Grace, what a great opening line: “She walks on the edge of the wind”. While I enjoyed reading the entirety of your poem, that last verse will be remembered by me. Poets, poetry, should never be “contained” or constrained. -Curt

      • Thank you, Curt. That means a lot. I’m glad those lines stayed with you. And I agree… poetry needs room to breathe.

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